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This is a work of fiction intended for adults who enjoy stories with
sexual content, please don't read if you are underage or offended by
such content.
"Twenty nine years old, far older than most of the students in
this small University in the Midwest!" I thought to myself as I
walked trying to adjust the weight of the backpack I was carrying.
Spring had definitely sprung, the weather forecasters were talking
thunderstorms on this particular day and I was walking to class. The
American History class wasn't that bad, I enjoyed the topics of
discussion and lecture, enjoyed most of the students, young as they
were, but most of all I enjoyed hearing and looking at my professor,
an older woman of around 50, but very attractive. She and I connected
very quickly, as I showed more than average interest in American
History and received good grades for hard work.
I was a month away from finishing the semester and looked
forward to having the summer off with only a couple of required health
classes, such as bowling or tennis. I took my usual seat, 2nd row
back in the center where I could have a good advantage in hearing and
seeing what goes on in class. Ms. Franklin, Nancy I believe, was
dressed in a pantsuit with a cropped jacket, her clothes hid treasures
just imagined in my mind. Fifty years or so old, brown hair with
touches of gray, medium height and build, and her ample sized breasts
straining against her blouse. She was probably a real fox when she
was younger, but age takes it toll as any older person will tell you.
The sky outside continued to darken its threatening look, an
occasional rumbling could be heard in the distance. "Class, we are
going to dismiss early this evening on account of the weather coming
in, everyone study the last 4 chapters of "The Social Structure of
Early Colonism," and we'll discuss it on Monday!" She said as
students stirred and left.
"Jim?" Ms. Franklin ask as I wrapped my coat around me.
"Yes, Dr. Franklin." I replied. "Could you possibly help me carry
some material out to my car for me?" She asked. Smiling, I replied I
would be happy to. And walked over to her desk.
She loaded me down with bags, grabbed her umbrella and we
headed to the parking lot where we both were parked. "Brrrr," she
said, as the light rain brought colder temps in, "It's getting cold, I
may have to start a fire tonight." She opened the umbrella and tried
her best to hold it over both of us as we walked quickly toward the
lot across campus. She keyed open her trunk and I put the bags and
attache case down, she closed the trunk and said thank you. Before
she closed the door of her car, I asked, "Dr. Franklin, you want to go
and get a cup of coffee somewhere?" She looked at me kind of queerly
and said, "Sure I guess so. Get in." She leaned over and pulled the
lock on her passenger door and cleaned off a place for me to sit. I
slid in the Pontiac Bonneville and closed the door, rain was coming
harder now and the sky was black to the West with a lot of lightning
in the distance. "Where do you want to go," I asked her. "Well...I'm
not really crazy about going anywhere close because of the talk it
might generate, so about going to my house, if you comfortable with
that, and I'll make a pot of coffee and start a fire." She said very
innocent of the situation. "Okay, that sounds better. Will it be
Okay if I follow you in my truck?" I responded. She responded
positively and I slid out of her car and ran to my truck about 5 rows
over, getting considerably wet from the sprint, since it was raining
much harder now.
I followed Dr. Franklin for about 1 miles I'd say, before
she turned into the driveway of a very nice and huge brick turn of the
century victorian home. She opened the garage door and drove in and I
pulled under the side portico and parked, at least this way I could
remain dry, although it doesn't matter, since I was soaked anyway.
The rain was coming in such a way that it didn't matter I was
parked under cover, I still got wet that much more when I got out, I
pulled a gym bag from the floorboard of the truck and ran to where Dr.
Franklin was keying the door open. "Oh, my gosh, this is terrible
weather!" She said excitedly as we entered the house through the side
door. We shook and shivered in the Kitchen area where the door was
and I stripped off my soaked jacket. "I hope you don't mind,"
motioning to my gym bag, "I have some dry clothes in here." I said
hoping she'd say it was okay for me to change. "Oh, oh, that's all
right, follow me and I'll show you where you can change!" She
exclaimed.
I shut the door of the bathroom, took the liberty and used the
bathroom, stripped off my jeans, shirt, shoes and socks and placed
them in a plastic bag I had in the gym bag. I pulled on a pair of
navy blue gym pants and a Hanes tee and slipped on a pair of dry
white gym socks. I emerged with only wet hair to even hint at ever
being soaked. I walked back toward the kitchen area and took a seat
at the dining table to wait for Dr. Franklin. She appeared a few
minutes later, dressed in the same garb I was wearing, gym pants and a
zip up matching jacket, again, she could not hide the fact that she
was very well endowed.
"I'll make us a pot of coffee, you take anything in your
coffee?" She announced and asked. "No, just black, thank you." I
responded. "I love your house, is it turn of the century?" I asked
looking around. "Yes it is, and thank you. It was one of my prizes
in my divorce two years ago." She explained. "Do you like Victorian
houses?" She asked. "Yes, very much!" I responded. "Let's go into
the Living Room, I'll start the fireplace and we can be more
comfortable." She said as she motioned me to follow her.
The living room was absolutely fabulous, a large brick and
marble fireplace with a easy to start gas log insert, the ceiling was
2 stories high with a balcony ballade, the furniture was old leather
decor, very nice.
I sat and sank in the leather sofa, as Dr. Franklin turned on
the fireplace and a couple of lamps. Then she too sat on the sofa,
opposite me. "What is your major, Jim?" She asked. "Sociology with a
minor in Foreign Language." I answered. "Ummm, interesting. Are you
multi-linguial?" She asked. "French, German, Spanish, Scandinavian,
mostly." I responded then asked her in French if she was the same.
She merely shook her head and said, "only English here, but I love to
hear European language spoken." "Yaa," I responded and laughed.
She got up and went back into the kitchen. Soon afterwards,
she came back into the living room carrying a tray with 2 cups and
saucers, and a coffee container and sat it down on the table. I had
taken the liberty to look through her tape collection and noticed she
like the same music as I, mostly European classical. "Are you a
classical music fan?" She asked. "Yes, especially Tachivosky." I said
holding a tape in my hand. "Let's listen to some, it really relaxes
me," she responded. After we both were seated again, she handed me a
cup of coffee. "Merci," I responded. She smiled.
"And to think, I was all prepared to celebrate my birthday
alone!" She shared. "Your birthday, today???" I asked. She pursed
her lips and nodded, "you're making it special for me." I wish I'd
have known it, I would have brought you a card!" I exclaimed. "No
need to, I enjoy your company." She responded. We sat quitely, not
speaking, just drinking our coffee, when I announced, "I don't have a
birthday card for you but how about you join me with Tachivosky's 3rd
symphony in a dance?" I asked as I put my coffee cup down on the tray
and extended my hand. "A dance, it's been awhile for me, but...hey,
it's my birthday!" She exclaimed surprised.
Dr. Franklin extended her hand to me and we stood up together, her
5'8" height just under my 6' height.
The 3rd symphony was a slow flowing piece, with no
embarrassement at all, I pulled the 140ish pound professor toward me
and encircled her back with one hand while clasping one of her hands,
my 200 pound muscular body pressed into hers. We whirled around the
Living Room, I twirled her a couple of times before bringing her back
close to me. Her hair smelled like peaches and creme, her perfume
wafted in my nose bringing pleasant odors to my nose. Her heavy
breasts pressed into my chest like two mountains with stiff peaks.
"WHAT AM I DOING?" Dr. Franklin thought, "Jim is a student of
mine and probably 20 years younger than me. But it feels so good to
be held in a man's arms again." The divorce two years ago totally
devastated Dr. Franklin. She thought her husband and her were happy,
she was happy, until she found out he had been seeing another woman
behind her back. The two professors quickly parted ways and he moved
across the state to be with his lover. She had not dated once during
the last two years, not really wanting too, although she had chances.
Her mind drifted back to the present situation, she became aware of
the bulge against her leg from her student and focused on it and
allowed her mind to drift again. She dreamed of Jim taking her right
then and there, laying her down on the sofa and giving her 2 years
worth of love, love she so much missed. In this state of mind, she
slid her arms up and around Jim's neck and laid her head on his
shoulder and they danced closer than she'd ever danced with anyone,
Jim's bulge of his crotch twitched against her.
I felt her breathing quicken as her body melted against mine.
It only minimally embarrassed me knowing my cock was growing on my
professor's leg. My arms were wrapped around her back tightly, my
nose buried in her hair as we danced. I risked all as I slid one hand
down past the small of her back and onto the warm fuzzy gym pant clad
ass of Dr. Franklin. I squeezed and caressed her buttocks, as my cock
hardened that much more against her. She had to know about my
excitement and yet was continuing to dance with me. She moaned
lightly as one of her own hands slipped down to my muscular ass.
"Ohhh, gonna get some tonight!" I thought. Just about then the music
ended. Neither of us moved, then she took a step back from me and
started to say, "I....huh...Jim....you know....you're my stu..." I
pulled her to me and parted her lips with mine and kissed her deeply
searching her mouth with my tongue. After a few seconds, her own
tongue joined in the chase and her arms encircled my head again. She
moved back close to me, as the next song began, this time she snaked
one of her hands down the front of my elastic waist gym pants and
gasped as her hand found the shaft of my hard cock. I worked my mouth
down to her neck and began kissing and licking the sensitive areas of
her neck, making her moan that much more. I snaked one hand down her
gym pants and began squeezing her bare buttocks and pulled her onto me
that much more making it difficult for her pumping me in the front.
She began to physically back up and then turned and took my hand and
we walked up the stairs of her palatial house and crossed the balconey
overlooking the living room and led me into what I supposed was her
bedroom. She turned back around, but rather than assuming our
position, she knelt in front of me and grabbed the waist of my pants
and pulled them down to my ankles. I was wearing no underwear. She
gasped as my cock almost slapped her in the face, it's 10" size fully
extended, it's purple one eyed head staring directly at her. She
moved closer and opened her mouth and took the head in past her lips
and began licking the ring of the head while pumping the shaft with
one hand and squeezing my ass with her other hand. "Ohhh, that feels
so goooood....." I announced with my breath becoming raspy. She
must've sucked me off for 5 minutes before I stepped back from her, my
cock plopping out of her mouth. She stood and I gave her
several seconds of deep french kisses. I pulled back and grasped the
zipper on her jacket to reveal what I had suspected for some months, a
pair of mountains straining to get out of a heavy white bra. She
turned around and I unclasped her bra and slid it off her shoulders.
She stepped out of her pants while still facing away from me and
slipped her panties off at the same time, while I was doing the same.
She turned back around and I spoke French to her to the effect of,
"you are so beautiful, cherie, and those tits are huge." She slightly
blushed as I laid her back on the bed.
I began at her toes, spending ample time sucking and massaging
her feet before taking my hot breath and tongue on a slow journey up
her legs and finally to her steaming hot box. As soon as I positioned
myself between her legs and wrapped my arms around both legs in such a
way as to give my mouth ample room to her pussy, she moaned loudly and
pushed my head down into her. My hot tongue parted her labia and
plunged down into the warm moist pungent smelling pussy of Dr.
Franklin making her buck like a mule. Over and over again, I plunged
my tongue deep within her and then ran my tongue lengthwise up and
down her labia while she moaned and groaned loudly. The tip of my
finger found her clitoris first, I worked it in such a way that she
was quickly becoming unglue and began yelling her pleasure. My other
fingers joined in the cunt game and I began sinking them deep into
her, first one and then up to 4, she was splayed wide open. Her
juices continued to flow. I made sure that my forefinger was nice and
slick before inserting it into her anus, which caused her to shriek
from surprise and buck her hips, but she didn't try to stop me in any
way.
"Fuck me now, fuck me now, now, dammit!" She demanded
hoarsely. I brought my head up, face and mouth glistening with Dr.
Franklin's juices, to her heavy breasts and began working the
sensitive side meat and nipples until they were standing up like
little soldiers going into battle. Her moans and groans quickened, as
she held my head to her breasts. My hand still worked her pussy and
anus simultaneously. I raised my glistening face up and brought my
mouth to her's, she opened her mouth and pulled me onto her. I
reached under and positioned my 10" cock at her opening and pushed it
in, causing her to raise her hips, she wrapped her legs around my hips
and locked her ankles behind me and began fucking me. I thrust deeply
into her and we found our rhythm. Dr. Franklin threw her head back
and dug her nails into my back as we fucked. My rhythm quickened as I
felt my load building and within seconds I seeded her. Afterwards I
continued to hump her slowly as she allowed her body to go limp. We
came together. I laid my weight heavily on her and looking in her
eyes said, "Happy Birthday!" She whispered her response with a smile,
"Merci, Monsieur." We fell asleep with me still on top of her.
I woke first, the 2nd wave of storms were just beginning,
thunder shook the house and lightning lit up the room. She merely
moaned when I shifted my weight off of her. I rolled off her bed and
went to find a bathroom to relieve myself. Upon returning, I found
that she had rolled over onto her stomach. I looked longingly at her
50 year old fit body and beautiful ass protruding up and thought about
the little anal fucking I gave her with my fingers, her taking two at
the same time and not pulling away as most women have done to me. My
cock twitched with the thought and with a few pumps, lengthened out to
full mast again. I walked back to the bathroom and opened a cabinet
and found a bottle of baby oil. I brought it back with me and
squirted the cool liquid onto my hands and on her back and ass and
began massaging her making her moan and whispered, "Gonna give me a
massage?" "Um Um," I answered as my strong hands and fingers massaged
the baby oil into her back. "Ummmm..." she moaned. Once again I
worked my way down to her ass, squirted more baby oil than I actually
needed onto her ass and at the same time massaged my rock hard cock
with the slick oil. She moved her ass up in such a way that it was
higher than the rest of her body, "she wants me to fuck her ass." I
thought as I position my cock tip to her anal opening. I slid my cock
into her ass, bringing her suddenly to a fully awake state. "I've
never done this....before." She said with some pain in her voice.
"Just loosen your sphincter muscles and it won't hurt that bad." I
whispered. Her ass muscles loosened and I pushed my entire 10" in her
ass. "That hurts like hell!" She hoarsely whispered. "A virgin, uh,
cherie?" I said to myself more than to her. She backed against me as
she raised herself to her knees, her head still on the pillow. Very
slowly she began to rhythmically push against me. My cock never
pulling more than 4" out of her rectum. "Ow....oh....uh...." She
moaned. I grabbed her hips and began to quicken my pace until I
pulled her back hard against me and put a load of semen deep in her
bowels, then she lay forward and I followed and we fell back to sleep
with my softening cock still in her ass.
I awoke when the first streams of sunlight was peeking into
the windows of her bedroom, I still was laying on top of her back, my
soft cock still embedded in her ass, but the more aware I became of
this situation, the harder my cock got. It's lengthening awoke her.
By the time she was awake, my cock was fully extended once again in
her ass. I grabbed her shoulders and began to grind my hips into her
ass, once again bring moans of pleasure and pain from Dr. Franklin. I
quickened my pace only to hear her say, "if you don't hurry I'm going
to pee the bed!" That made me work that much harder. I pulled her up
to a kneeling position again and continued my banging of her ass. She
didn't say anything as I assaulted her ass for the second time, I
grunted and groaned, humping my cock in her bowels. Then several
minutes later I dumped my second load into her colon and then withdrew
with a kerplop bringing a sudden gasp from her. I took a second to
look at her and noticed that her once puckered anus was now splayed
open.
She still didn't say anything as she rolled off the bed and
went to the bathroom where I heard tinkling and her start the shower.
We showered together, each washing the other and kissing and fondling.
After drying each other off, she pulled on a robe and said she would
make us some breakfast and coffee. I continued to dry off and then
made my way down to the kitchen, nude. My tanned muscular body, and
wet blondish gray hair, almost glowed in the early morning sunlight
wafting through the house as I turned the corner from the stairs to
enter the kitchen. Dr. Franklin had her back to me, her long satin
dark robe hid all her treasures. I slipped in behind her and lifted
her damp hair and gave her a kiss on the back of the neck. She laid
her head back against me and almost giggling said, "I think it's most
dangerous to have you behind me, Jim!" She turned around and gasped
as she realized I was nude. "You don't have any clothes on!" She
exclaimed. I was walking back to the table with a cup of coffee in
hand and said with a smile, "thanks for noticing!" I could feel her
eyes on me as I walked.
Dr. Franklin walked over to the table and put a platter of
muffins and bagels down along with a container of coffee and sat down
diagonally across from me. "It's not every morning that I share
breakfast with a handsome naked man." She laughed. I smiled and took
a bran muffin and looked out the window toward the house next door.
"Perhaps I should pull the curtains." She said laughingly. "Nah, I
like looking out the window!" I responded. After sharing breakfast
and a couple of cups of freshly ground Brazalian coffee, I asked her
to come over and sit on my lap, and pushed my chair out from the table
a bit. With a narrowed look, eyebrows frowning, she got up from her
seat and immediately saw I had another raging hardon. As she
straddled me face to face, I pulled the sash of her robe opening it in
the front and positioned my cock to her freshly showered pussy, she
sat down with some difficulty and my cock slid into her emitting a
gasp from her. She wrapped her legs around me and the chair and bent
forward and began kissing me and applying tongue to my neck. We did a
slow fuck job, neither of us moving very much. As the minutes rolled
by, she became more animated and began bouncing on my cock, moaning
loudly. After 10 minutes her so, soaked in sweat, we came once again
together. "Damn, you are good!" She said. "Merci," I replied.
I finished her History Class and then moved in with her, where
I lived until I graduated.
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